Suddenly, I could see by Alice's expression that she was annoyed.
"It's almost eight o'clock," she announced. "Time to put things away."
Each person had an assigned task, the putting away of chalk, erasers, papers, books, pencils, note paper, paints, and demonstration material.
Each one knew his job and took pride in doing it well. They all started on their tasks except Bernice.
She was staring at me. "Why ain't Charlie been coming to school?" asked Bernice.
"What's the matter, Charlie? Are you coming back?" The others looked up at me.
I looked to Alice, waiting for her to answer for me, and there was a long silence.
What could I tell them that would not hurt them? "This is just a visit," I said.
One of the girls started to giggle—Francine, whom Alice was always worried about.
She had given birth to three children by the time she was eighteen, before her parents arranged for a hysterectomy.
She wasn't pretty —not nearly as attractive as Bernice—but she had been an easy mark for dozens of men who bought her something pretty,
or paid her way to the movies. She lived at a boarding house approved for outside work trainees by the Warren State Home,
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